Coat Of Many Colors 4-15-12

If brothers plot to kill you -
they tease and taunt and gloat -
and it was taken from you -
your multicolored coat -

if sin and evil torture you -
and throw you in a pit -
if dry and dusty are those walls
yet you refuse to quit -

if try, you to convince them -
but heckles are aplenty -
if sold then into slavery -
for shekels, only twenty -

if sold again, again you are -
and lies persist unjust -
if after you are thrown in jail -
in God, you still will trust -

then after all is said and done -
and king and father see -
the tears of joy will flow again.
Forgiving there will be.

Oh, God will one day make amends
to them who were deceived -
and 'coat of many colors' is,
for those who have believed...

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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(The plot against Joseph starts in Genesis, chapter 37)

Joyful Tears 1-17-11

In quantities, our teardrops fall,

they drip off sorry faces -

resulting from our broken hearts.

We save them in our vases -

for yet another lofty dream -

another selfish rose.

Is anyone the wiser?

Tell me no one knows.

And here, our vases set alone,

still filled with empty dreams.

Oh, everybody has them -

it's just the way, it seems.

It's popularity for some -

for others; riches, gold.

But when it's over, said and done,

their rose is dead and cold.

The tears we shed are endless,

and from our souls drawn.

We water every selfish want -

then later wish them gone.

We hold our very special vase -

we think of only 'me' -

but rather where still waters are -

our tears of joy should be.

Do roses last forever?

There is a day they die -

then scattered are the pieces of

the heart that happened by.

Lost pieces, scattered everywhere -

forever, broken are -

and at the end of shattered dreams,

there's one eternal scar.

When in, our earthly dreams, we live,

regret is always sure -

for when we grow our selfish rose,

it simply won't endure.

I often wonder why we work,

and waste away the years -

accomplishing so little with

such lonely, painful tears.

So walk beside still waters.

Through joyful tears you'll see -

a grace that never wavers and,

a faith that's also free.

And if your faith is watered

and grows from day to day -

there's really nothing more to do -

for joyful is the way.

©2011 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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